- published: 26 Jul 2011
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Willie Bobo was the stage name of William Correa (February 28, 1934 – September 15, 1983), an American jazz percussionist.
William Correa grew up in Spanish Harlem, New York City. He made his name in Latin Jazz, specifically Afro-Cuban jazz, in the 1960s and '70s, with the timbales becoming his favoured instrument. He met Mongo Santamaría shortly after his arrival in New York and studied with him while acting as his translator, and later at the age of 19 joined Tito Puente for four years.
The nickname Bobo is said to have been bestowed by the jazz pianist Mary Lou Williams in the early 1950s.
His first major exposure was when he joined George Shearing's band on the album The Shearing Spell. After leaving Shearing, Cal Tjader asked Bobo and Santamaria to become part of the Cal Tjader Modern Mambo Quintet, who released several albums as the mambo craze reached fever pitch in the late '50s. Reuniting with his mentor Santamaria in 1960, the pair released the album Sabroso! for the Fantasy label. Bobo later formed his own group, releasing Do That Thing/Guajira with Tico and Bobo's Beat and Let's Go Bobo for Roulette, without achieving huge penetration.
Ok class, um, please settle down now,
I'd like to introduce our new student
uhh, uhh Willy Bubba, Willy is from Kentucky, welcome Willy, uh,
I'll be your teacher, my name is Ms. Felby
Well I flopped out of school but I still hang in the halls
So there I was, you'll never guess what I saw
Maybe a chicken, I thought it was a duck
But it was a redneck fuck, so I walked up
"Hey Willy Bubba, hubba-bubba-lubba
My names Violent J, but my homies call me chicken plucker
I been down with the clown since day one, it's day two
I guess I got some plucking to do
In these parts, we tie you to the desk
And all line up and take blows to your chest (punch)
Fists to your chin (punch), kicks to your head (punch)
Last year we killed a kid dead (HAHHH!! oh, my fault...)
Walked in the school, there's hay in the hallway
Leading to your locker, walk up 'n sock ya
Then bounce your head around the class room and act nutty
The teacher walks, and asked everybody (body, body..)
Who kicked Willy Bubba's ass? (I DID!)
Did you do it right here in the class? (SHO' DID!)
Did you punch him in the face, did you slap him in the mouth
Did you kick him in the forehead (YUP, YUP!)
(Nice to get back with a high school crowd where your alive)
Willy Willy Bubba hubba lubba dubba dilly
Tell me why you talk so silly, bitch
You sound like you come from the land of the bigots
Jolly old Dickens, the land of the chickens
I guess you're in season, I'm packing me a .44
Barrels to your head and blow your face out your asshole
POWWW, bitch! I'm Shaggy2Dope
I'm coming for your kin folk, you get your chin broke
And don't cry or run to the teach
She can't understand your redneck-ass speech
If she could, she wouldn't do a thang
'Cuz she's my bitch and she loves to suck my wang
You in trouble Bubba, you better run quick
You too slow, Willy, 'cuz you a fat bitch
I caught up and got my hands all putty
Teacher walks in the class room, and asked everybody (body, body...)
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